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Streets is Talking Lyrics

Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Dynasty-Roc La Familia 2000

[Jay-Z]Is he a Blood, is he Crip?Is he that, is he this?Did he do it? Y'know, ehhLook..

If I shoot you, I'm brainlessDifferent toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explainin thisI'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiffYeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it?I shoulda known better, and I planned tobut dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handleI sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closetI tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostageLet niggaz take shots at me, no responseI just - flip and, pop my collar like the FonzYou give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyondHe'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charmYou wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ranor Old Testament, don't test him thenI know what y'all thinkin dick, pauseYour future's my past, I've been here beforeI know when you're schemin, I feel when you plottinI got, mental vision, intuitionI know where you goin I read your mind's navigational systemEverybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin

[Jay-Z]You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchinAnd I only use his waist to keep my glock inBut when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppinAnd if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppinS dot again, y'all got him in a bad moodBad move; that's bad newsHow many times have I got to prove?How many loved ones have you got to losebefore you realize that it's probably true?Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably doShit I paid my dues, I made the newsI came in the door for dolo, blazed the crewsAnd the streets say Jigga can't go back homeYou know when I heard that? When I was back homeI'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to RomeOn any Martin Luther, don't part with your futureDon't ever question if I got the heart to shoot yaThe answer is simply too dark for the userAnd as a snot-nose they said that he got flowsBut will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gonefrom what the block has spoken, my GodEverybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...

[Jay-Z]I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must knowI lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years oldHe's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's tollbut I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your ladI grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-baseThe stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old faceAll I did was smoke joke, think and drinkCopped 'caine and complained, front row watch gameI seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own scriptslip up and change the storyI seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glorybefore reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfullyI took trips with so much shit in the whipthat if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFFSmell me nigga? The real me nigga, minus the rumorsHolla if you feel me nigga

[Beanie Sigel]The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?Shit they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin nowDon't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin, I'm just cautious nowSub, under the parka, extra cartridge nowHit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're denseI get word to the street like Bell Atlantic expressI feel the vibes and I hear the rumorsBut fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still in Ju'maa I know 'stafALLAHNiggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wallBut pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'allTo know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate thisFuck you I got guns like Neo in +Matrix+Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like Cairoor soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo - CorleoneThey find you with a hole in your domeI roll with niggaz that'll follow you and go to your homeThought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defenseCatch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then I'm leavinApply full court pressurelike four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressureto the trigger, bullets fly in three'sYou forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leavesI do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leaveLook in my eyes, realize it's BeansNiggaz wanna despise the team; till I play head coachand straight up, divide they teamTrade they man for some pies and a couple of thingsTil the bullet.. ah, motherfuckers!! Yeah..